Her letters finished, she took stock of her
resources--verified them, rather, for she had not so much money that
she did not know almost where she stood. Her savings in the bank
amounted to three hundred odd dollars, and cash in hand brought the sum
to a total of three hundred and sixty-five. At any rate, she had
sufficient to insure her living for quite a long time. And she went to
bed feeling better than she had felt for two weeks.
Kitty Brooks came again the next afternoon, and, being a young woman of
wide experience and good sense, made no further attempt to influence
Hazel one way or the other.
"I hate to see you go, though," she remarked truthfully. "But you'll
like the West--if it happens that you go there. You'll like it better
than the East; there's a different sort of spirit among the people.
I've traveled over some of it, and if Jimmie's business permitted we'd
both like to live there. And--getting down to strictly practical
things--a girl can make a much better living there. Wages are high.
And--who knows?--you might capture a cattle king."
Hazel shrugged her shoulders, and Mrs. Kitty forbore teasing. After
that they gossiped and compared notes covering the two years since they
had met until it was time for Kitty to go home.
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